Then there was St Ali

Jen and I had a mad day of Melbourne-ness. Some highlights…

Crepes for breaky. I had the mushrooms. Jen had lemon and sugar.


Brother Baba Budan for the chairs… and the coffee.


Basement Discs for Miles.


The Narrows for John Warwicker's roses.

Seven Seeds for Helen… and the coffee.


Metropolis for books.

Quist to see La Victoria Arduino #22 of 100 in the world; but it was in for a service :(


Then there was St Ali. I loved St Ali. Everything was right. Syphon Kenyan. Double rist on the Slayer. But BW wasn't happy with it, so he made one on the Synesso; it was better. St Ali was really the only cafe of the day to properly nail the syrupy double rist the way I like it (and the way my fave Sydney cafes do it every time).

To Melbourne

The drive was pretty epic. About 900kms. Praise God, we made it in one piece. The car didn't even hiccup. I was very thankful to have Jen for company, and air con for happiness.

Some things:
Nelson wished us well at about 6:45am.


Caffeine break at Yass. (I'll always be drawn to Yass, Chris.)


Lunch at the Green Zebra, Albury.


There were two tense traffic-moments on the road, one in the wet in Sydney, one at 100km/h on a freeway in Melbourne. Yuck.

But we made it. Happy days.

One Last Dance with Sydney

My last days in Sydney were filled with friends and faves. Here are a few that I loved:

A double rist from Mecca


Egg & Bacon Roll from Urban Bites


IPA from Red Oak


Kebab from Rowda Ya-Habibi


A Farewell from Barry Webb,

"God bless you guys. Send some more up."

The Newtown I've grown to love.